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Trooper! Felicity! + TimIna: Disappearance

Update: Hey, guess what, this is this book's nineteenth entry! That actually makes me really happy, I never thought I'd write that much in here :3 Hopefully there's more to come (I hope you're not tired of hearing about the clones, whoops), yay!

I've been wanting to write for these guys for a while, but honestly feel unsure about how to do so yet, so yes, this book will be the victim of my experimenting. XD As for you, well, it's not like you know the guys, I just hope that if you read this won't bore you too much XD Anywho, this had intentionally been supposed to be just Feli-centered but of course I had to add in TimIna and all at the end. So if you're actually going to read this, enjoy!

Trooper! Felicity! : Disappearance

     Captain Rex had taken up fellow shinies' place in night patrol upon seeing just how tired out they seemed. He couldn't blame them. The beginning of his military service seemed like forever ago even though it had only been a few years -effects of his accelerated growth, he supposed-, yet the memories of his rookie days were still crystal clear at the back of his mind. The excitement and pride of finally receiving your clone trooper armour. The terror of stepping into combat for the first time, nothing like the harmless simulations he had memorized after having been trained up in them again and again.

The soul-deep agony as, after it all, you'd just curl up and shudder and cry, covering your ears and screaming. Begging for it to just end as you'd hear your former squadmates' dying cries slice through your tortured conscience again and again.

Those old times were times of survival of the strongest. After completing training, all cadets thought they were ready, fearless, undefeatable. Yet the first battle always seemed to swipe out quite a number of them, as if the maker wanted to remind them just how cruel and pitiless this war was, and to make sure they'd only have the best to compete as pawns in this never-ending galactic crisis.

Yeah. Rex remembered.

And so when he saw the patrolling pair, greeted them, and received dull, low 'sir's in return, he was instinctively able to recognize the hidden grief and trauma below the newly-dented helmets. He had seen enough of his fellow brothers give off such reactions to now identify who were shinies emerging, alive but shaken, from their discovering of the taste of war.

War. Salty, from sweat. Musky, from spilt blood. Bitter, from dying shrieks.

He gave the young duo a break he knew they deserved.

And now here he was, in their place, helmet flashlight on as he walked along the deserted camp's halls, making sure to keep an eye out for any cracks in the improvised walls. After all, this was a temporary settlement, and as much as they were made to be very effective and easy to set up and put down, and fulfilled their purpose extremely well, that also deprived them of the rigidness that usual permanent buildings offered. A mere dint could have this whole place tearing down on the slumbering, unaware men at any moment. Most of them forgot that, accustomed to the sure, trusty walls of the Kaminoan facility. But he didn't. He was a captain. And he had seen many things. Horrid things that made him learn a thing or two.

He made sure to poke his head into the kitchen, just to make sure no one was treating themselves to a midnight snack. Nope. All clear. He couldn't help a small smile as he remembered having caught some of his own men from the 501st in there. The rustling of the potato chip bags had been so explicit in the dead silence of the night. Heh. Sometimes, these soldiers looked more like boys stuck in men's bodies.

The lone male made sure to lower his flashlight's luminosity as he started his rounds in the sleeping barracks. He wouldn't want to wake the men by practically burning their eyelids. They needed to rest after the tremendous but costy victory they had served today. They might've fended off the Separatist clankers today, but a quiet tomorrow wasn't a promise.